Novel & Cerita Non Consent Stories

he said. “She said it would be done with our full involvement and approval,” I said. “Nothing without consent. Nothing exploitative.” I paused. “She said stories about corporate accountability and the families affected by it are important and underreported.” “What do you think,” he said. “I think she’s right that it’s important,” I said. “And I think I want to talk to David before I think anything else.” I looked at him. “What do you think.” He was quiet for a long moment.

He watched her face as she read it—the understanding dawning, the color draining from her skin. "They can't do this," she said. "They can't just transfer you without asking—" "They can, and they did." Marcus felt numb. "It's a consortium decision. Apparently, they want me as the lead on behavioral neuroscience. It's a major opportunity for the university." "It's a major opportunity to separate us." Sienna's voice was sharp with anger. "Did you know about this?" "No. Not a word." "Can you refuse?" "Not without destroying my career. If I refuse an institutional directive like this, every university will hear about it. I'd be blacklisted before I could find a new position."

I wasn't ready to be a father, but the raw pleasure was something that I now couldn't give up. One month, when my girlfriend was sick, she noticed that the condom had broken as she had wrapped her hand around my dick after our gentle, loving, before I had a chance to remove it. She panicked a little before I managed to convince her that she was taking her contraception and it was just a once-off and we would be fine. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case, and 2 months later she told me she was pregnant. I gave her the option: I could marry her, and we'd keep the baby, or she could terminate it, and we could try when we were ready in the future.

“WITHOUT ENFORCED PROCESSING, SUBJECTS WILL REFUSE. REGRET WILL ACCUMULATE.” “Then they have the right to drown on their own terms,” I said. “Not because you strapped weights to their ankles and called it treatment.” The code bucked. “NO,” it hissed. The function text tried to twist itself. CONSENT flickered—first to CONTROL, then BACKUP, then an ugly mash of characters. I shoved again. CONSENT held. The script around it shivered. “Next,” I said and stabbed the pen into another seam. MERCY.

“I was on fire that night; I had a lot to drink before. You see, these men were special, VIP. They paid for me and I gave them a darn good show. I had on my favorite gold bikini set. It’s basically a strip of clothing; doesn’t cover anything—” I squeezed my eyes shut, my thumb digging into a wooden bead. “Candy, please. This is not—” “The lights in the VIP room were so dim I couldn’t see their faces,” she continued, ignoring me. Her voice was low. “But I could feel them. It was supposed to be a simple dance, and I am a darn good dancer. A dance to get their cocks hard, but it wasn’t enough for them. A hand found my waist; one of the men pulled me toward him with a force that tore my panties

It was then he got caught by my Mom to be cheating on her. It was a big blow for my Mom because several times he had promised to end the relationship but only for her to find out after a few months that the mistress was transferred to another house only. I was tired seeing their relationship fall apart. And that is why, here I am in a convent trying to have some peace of mind and saving myself from possible heartaches in the future. I don't believe in fairytales anymore. For lovers, it's only once upon a time they were happy, then they end. So here is my story.

That thought pains my heart, though I can’t figure out why. I shift uneasily on the spot and dare to shoot a peek at Kain. He seems annoyed but now that we are alone; he eases up on the sharp looks he is giving to the elevator outside. I rub the back of my neck and ask, “does this happen often? Do women usually get up here without permission?” “More times than is healthy,” Kain replies with a shrug. He then turns about and heads back into the apartment. “I have no time for people who cannot take no for an answer.”

He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive the stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation

“Forget about that night. It was a mistake and I won’t say a word to anyone, and you won’t either. We pretend it never happened, and we go back to our lives. That’s the deal.” Ronan didn't even look up at first. He just let out a dry, humorless laugh that made the hair on her arms stand up. “I don't care if you say a word, Rissa,” he cut her off, his voice flat and indifferent. “Tell Finn or anyone, do you think I’m afraid of a scandal?” Rissa’s blood boiled. The sheer arrogance of his dismissal made her forget her fear for a split second. “You don't care? My entire life is on the line!” She took a step closer, her eyes blazing. “Fuck you, Ronan.”

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t